Christians & Lions - Gimme Diction

It’s like some overbearing tax on praxis
How I’m supposed to feel bad for this
When all I’ve sworn to do
Is hold soul like a cold in haunted bronchial tubes
And my love for you
Is harmless as fallen fruit
I picked up quick how nice a jaw cradles a fist
You made it look like an accident
And no
No one finds truth
Among tooth that march ’round my parched mouth
Slinging science to the beat of their own gums
Ooh
Ooh-ahh-la la-la-lies we advertise
Bastardized pidgin insult
A lingua franca of
Heroes and villains
Failure
I don’t know it any more than I know success
It ain’t my mess
I won’t baby you, won’t wipe your mouth when the shit-talk stops
Oh
Oh stop
I won't baby you
I won't wipe your mouth
Oh no

Written by:
Ben Potrykus

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